I’m going to give you a taster of each of my little helpers – three with the cane, three with the slipper and three with the board.”“You can’t make me!” I protested, but with that she called Doreen into the room. That was the first of many encounters with that brush over the next 11 years. I also saw it used on her two kids, and eventually on my twin younger siblings who were born a year or so after the wedding. My 13 year old son lives with his dad who has primary custody and I get him every other weekend. His dad has remarried and has been with his wife for 5 years. I found out my son has been bullying a special needs kid at school with a speech impediment. He got in school suspension for 3 days and when he came home from school, his stepmother spanked him. It was with her hand and there's no bruising but he told me it hurt a lot and I'm ****ing pissed. She also made him write an apology letter to the student and grounded him for 2 weeks with no electronics. His father works long hours so his stepmom feels entitled because she's a stay at home wife and she's with him more but it's not okay. I want you to pay attention. I expect you to be able to do this yourself by the end of the first week." She said.

In practice, however, while my mother administered spankings in a detached and businesslike manner, my father’s spankings were a different story. When my father spanked, it was in anger. It was no 10-swats-and-you’re-done chore. It was an ordeal of indeterminate length, often with my two brothers and me shut up in a room, my father spanking the three of us in turn, ranting and raving between rounds of furious swats. It continued for however long he felt like it. These spankings were not “discipline.” They were not short, sharp reminders of what we had done wrong. They were a blur of terror and pain. They were my father indulging his anger and frustration to their fullest and at his children’s expense. More Radical Reads: From My Abusive Mother to White Supremacy’s Violence: There is Danger in Premature Forgiveness I know very well what you are talking about, because i grew up under the discipline of the slipper of my mother. Her slippers were not light “chanclas” or soft and light spanking implements, there were a solid and heavy rubber or leather soled ones she bought not only to hang around the house, but also to spank the bottoms of his sons and daughter over her knees when they were naughty. Those slippers hurt a lot on our bare bottoms, because mom bared it to spank us, and they left us our rears red and sore for hours, and sometimes they hurt until the next day. The sound of the slipper warming some bad girl’s or boy’s bottom was something usual at home, and not a whole week passed without it warming one or the other of us, some weeks all the three, and all our nearby neighbors could hear it and knew very well about the use of “la zapatilla” on our home, some having witnessed some of the thrashings. Kate also took quite a liking to me. She was very warm and motherly to me, which only made my crush on her grow stronger. I began to imagine what it would be like to be spanked by her. I would lie in bed at night and replay in my head the times I had seen Denise or Kristie being spanked – but substituting myself as the naughty child.W-Well..." I swallowed hard, crossing the street with her to my house. "Ashley and Becca...Th-They both got in trouble, so...." Looking it the add now it’s easy to read between the lines, young mummy’s boy with no girlfriend wanted to live with older experienced woman; I can’t believe I was so naive. I was actually Jewish, so Pam was not a blood aunt, but an ‘auntie’ – a friend of the family. When I turned 13 – the age of confirmation and ‘manhood’ in both Judaism and Christianity – her attitude towards me became a little less playful and rather more stern.

I want you to stand in the corner and compose yourself." I complied. It took me half an hour to stop crying and even speak. "Danny, I have here a paddle. I am going to give you 10 swats with this. Then the spanking will be over. If you miss one, or miscount, we will start again. Do you understand?" because 1) i leaned in real close so i could smell her feet and 2) she could probably feel the huge bulge in my pants. Because all of a sudden she gave me the In the end, it was abuse. It can be justified if the child lives a functional life, but I don’t think the extreme fear and trauma I got really helped me. It also ruined my relationship with my father for decades afterward. I never did well in school. I didn't really care. I had people to see, places to go, things to do. Besides, what did it matter? It was only 8th grade. I thought that I was a big deal. At 13, I was spoiled rotten. It was summer vacation. I loved summer. It was my chance to catch up on TV shows I missed and play video games that I loved. It was also a chance to sleep late and not have to deal with those annoying teachers.There was always a smile or ‘the look’ – of course, we now knew that I was not too big or too old to be put across her knee – she’d proved that point in no uncertain terms!

I'm very upset at what my son did and he absolutely deserved to be punished but this woman had no right to touch my kid. His father supports what she did and gave her permission and I'm ready to raise hell. I need her to learn her place as a stepparent NOT a parent. In a stepmom roleplay OnlyFans account, on the other hand, stepmoms take a whole new role, acting as mature, knowledgeable teachers and authority figures who will take control and lead their younger “step son” in sexual activities. The fantasy is about seducing an older woman, and being with a person that society says is not okay, even if they are not technically related to you. Is Stepmom/MILF/Mommy Content Allowed on OnlyFans? I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me. And yet, my family lived in such a world. Once, when the older of my brothers and I were adults, still living at home, a petty argument escalated until he assaulted me, utilizing his military training to inflict maximum pain and terror while avoiding serious injury. We were not alone. My mother watched, ignoring my pleas for help, later stating that she thought I needed the beating as a lesson in controlling my temper. When I tried to tell my father what had happened, he lectured me on respecting my mother and chided me for using profanity in expressing my anger.

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When I got within arm’s reach of Kate, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day.

Corporal punishment?" I was unfamiliar with the term. "It means that they can spank you at school. And, if you get a spanking at school, you will get one at home from me too. I also expect only straight A's from you. Do you follow?" She walked out but instead of going into her room, she walked downstairs. I waited about 4 minutes, and went downstairs. She was in the living room, watching TV when I came in. I was not given any time to ease into these rules or consequences. Rather, three days after she and my dad returned from their honeymoon, she felt I had done a ‘piss poor job’ of cleaning my room and needed proper motivation, in the form of a hairbrush. I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour. I did find the atmosphere of spanking that was around in every facet of cultural life quite exciting; forbidden, terrifying, and yet intriguing. At my primary school I was once sent to the headmaster for playfully spanking a girl’s bottom – but instead of getting the cane (which is what usually happened if you were sent to the head) he just scooped me up in one movement, slapped my behind three times and told me to never to do that again. I was otherwise a model pupil, so I guess I’d earned some credit points.

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The bottom line is that it is never ok to rage on a child, regardless if the parent does damage that requires medical treatment. My father was a rageaholic for sure and what he put me through shows his limits and failings as a parent more than anything else. I am sure he did love me, he also vented his rage on me in a way that can never be justified, doing plenty of emotional and psychological damage. Brutally spanking a child while ranting and raving is certainly abuse. That said, I don’t think he is a monster he did raise 3 kids on his own. In short, mommy milkers are big boobs. A lot of people like to look at girls with huge tits, especially in MILF content and stepmom OnlyFans content. It is a funny term that has become popular in the porn industry, and could stand for anything from big and slightly saggy, soft natural breasts to huge firm fake boobies. Many people have a mommy milker fetish, so don’t feel awkward or embarrassed if that is what you are into. my father was a rich man with average looks ( my mother, his first wife is very good looking) so Susan ( my stepmom) was probably only there for the money.